Daughter of a Gun ➟ Reece Bibby ✔

chapter thirty two

"Who was that?" Reece asked me.
"That, was the girl that made out with Blake. And guess what? Surprise surprise she's part of the enemy gang." I told him with a high level of sarcasm. "I feel like I should warn Blake, but honestly, she doesn't seem to be a threat just yet." I added. "Yeah, yet. Whatever let's have some fun." he said. "To be honest, I hate to be a party killer but she ruined my mood. Can we just go home and just cuddle or whatever?" I asked him. "Yeah sure thing, honey." he said, taking ahold of my hand and heading to the exit.
"I thought we were going to have some fun but honestly, parties don't seem to be much of my thing." I said, climbing into the passenger seat. "I'm not a big fan either. The only good thing about parties are the free drinks but I do have some drinks at home too." he said starting up the engine. The trip to his house was silent. I've almost fallen asleep because I was way too tired.
"So, about those drinks...do you wanna have some?" I asked him entering the kitchen. "Was that even a question?" he laughed at me. He took two bottles of wine from the top shelf of his kitchen and put them on the table in the living room and set 2 glasses beside them. "Shall we?" he said taking a seat on the couch. "Of course." I said joining him. He filled up both glasses. "Cheers to whatever the fuck our relationship is!" he said raising his glass. "Cheers, you asshole." I said giggling. I put my glass on the table after taking a sip of it. Before I could lean back on the couch he dragged my face and kissed me. Not going to lie, the feeling of his lips on mine was a bit surreal. I climbed on top of him, my lips never leaving his. I stepped away from him just to take another sip of my wine then went back to him. "It's getting quite hot in here." he said, pulling away for a second. "Do you want me to open the window?" I said sarcastically. I knew it was still broken after the shooting. "I still need to get it fixed." he said. "But I have another solution for this." he said grabbing the ends of his shirt, willing to raise it up and take it off. "Hmm, I think I like that solution." I said knowing exactly his thoughts. Then he proceeded to take his shirt of. The view in front of me was pretty damn hot, not going lie. He put his shirt on the sofa next to him but I threw it away. He kissed me one more time then downed his entire glass of wine in a second. "Are you mad?" I exclaimed laughing. "Mad in love? Because hell yeah, I am!" he said grabbing onto my waist firmly.
It was all fun and games until, out of nowhere, Blake rushed through the front door. "Guys we've got trouble! Big bad trouble." he said hardly breathing.